Saturday, April 11, 2009

Underdog Feline

A ball of fur with two gleaming eyes;
Dark as a starless night,
Was this benign creature
A shadow in the pallid manor.
Under the bed, in the library,
Or she’d spend time,
Near the window, on a chair.
A connoisseur of tuna treats,
And an ace in hide and seek.
Coy as a touch-me-not,
A favorite among the First twins,
The center of controversy in God’s own country.
Yet, all the glam and glitz, her peers did steal.
At times, she purred and mewed,
And got petted by her master,
Whom the world referred to
As a lowly bastard.
A feline was she till the age of eighteen,
But as an underdog she spent
Her nine lives, without complaining.

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5 comments:

Smriti said...

great goin :)

coffeeismypoison said...

I liked this...and i dont like cats...am a dog person.
v.good concept!

Muse said...

And now this makes sense. But I still maintain, I HATE CATS, one reason being they are fussy, perhaps LIKES REPEL? Physics never made any sense to me ever; Common sense does, So let's say "Birds(or Cats) of a Feather(Fur) Flock together!"


Pardon me for the rambling :)

autumn leaves said...

Yet, all the glam and glitz, her peers did steal.
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But as an underdog she spent
Her nine lives, without complaining.
nicely penned lines..:)

Amber Light said...

:)
The first elegy on the death of a cat